Cultural Exchange

Two drow women are making conversation.

Quenrae tilts her head. "Actually, in most surface cultures it's the men who rape women."

There is a moment of silence while her companion considers this bit of trivia. ". . .How?"

"Come on, Ezzani, it's not too hard to imagine."

"Yes, it is! How can a man 'take' a woman? There's nothing for him to take!"

"I think it had something to do with the idea of purity- having her first time not go according to her plan."

Ezzani's becoming even more incredulous. "So what, surfacers are so timid that they like to put off their first time? How long do they wait?"

"Oh, about fifteen or twenty years. Sometimes longer."

"I guess that's not so bad."

"Keep in mind that they've been aging about three times as fast as us at that stage."

". . .Oh my GODDESS, how pathetic can these lesser races get?"

Quenrae shrugs. "They're very conservative about sex in general, really."

"Wait, so this slave Rinayne bought- he could have zero sex experience? None at all?" Ezzani looks at the hairy figure trussed up in her housemate's bed with renewed curiosity. He stares back, still guarded

"It's possible, I suppose," the other woman muses. "Though that's only if Rinayne didn't ride him last night. Which I honestly wouldn't put past the girl-she's always so buried in her spellbooks."

"Who knows? Maybe she's trying to make a spell that'll teach surfacers how to speak." Ezzani clambers onto the bed and grabs the human by the chin as he tries to look away. Her hand goes to her belt, but she reconsiders. "Nah, he might bite." Instead, she reaches down into the captive's trousers and starts feeling around.


The captive freezes up, then quickly starts squirming around in a vain attempt to escape Ezzani's hands. Strangled cries escape his throat. "Will you listen to that!" she exclaims. "Almost sounds like he's talking." "Oh, they've got their little pidgin dialects up there," says Quenrae, watching with interest. "I'm not familiar with this one, though. Probably just begging you to to stop. Watch it," she adds. Ezzani laughs as she avoids an attempt to kick her away. "Woah, he's getting feisty! I was beginning to worry that Rinayne had picked up a tame one after all."

The slave attempts to twist away, but this just leads to Ezzani groping at him with both hands from behind as he's pushed face-first into the mattress.

"Turn him around for me, will you?" asks Quenrae, undoing the clasps on her outfit. Ezzani pouts for a moment at having to share, but swings her weight around so that the human's lying on his back against her as she's propped up against the wall. It takes a bit longer to wrap her legs over and in between his thighs, spreading them apart. She takes her hands away from the slave's shaft and absentmindedly feels up his his chest and shoulders as a now-nude Quenrae approaches the two of them on all fours.

The human's breathing heavily now, but still manages to struggle fruitlessly as the second woman positions herself over him. Quenrae watches for a moment with curiosity as he starts to make another series of utterances, then cuts the pleading off with a hand over his mouth as she starts rubbing her crotch up against his.

"Ah. . .my, he really is hard. "

"Makes you wonder why he's being so troublesome about this."

"Probably just scared and confused. They don't really understand what goes on around them like we do."

Ezzani grins. "Well, let's get him *really* confused then." She runs her tongue along the back of the slave's neck for emphasis, drawing a small moan out of the young man's throat. He shuts his eyes tight, only to have them snap open again as Quenrae plunges down onto him.

She rocks her hips up and down along him, biting her lip as she tilts her head back. Meanwhile, Ezzani continues to tease him, biting not-so-lightly into his neck and shoulders and sucking on him as though to get a better taste. The slave continues to make small moans, gritting his teeth and shaking his head intermittently. Eventually he stops gritting his teeth and shaking his head, panting harder and harder.

The two women accelerate their pace, pressing up against the young man from both sides. Ezzani pulls his head back using several fingers in his mouth, using her other hand to schlick furiously. Quenrae's legs clench tight around the both of them, and she grins every time her captive starts to buck his hips along with her and then catches himself. Her rhythms reach a climax and she arches her spine back, shuddering as her breasts high into the air.

"All right, you're done, come on," growls Ezzani, hand still working furiously down below. Shaking her head to focus, Quenrae slides herself off the slave and helps to turn him around. Her companion wastes no time, hungrily pushing herself over the head of his shaft and then seizing the captive's ass with both hands to pull him as far into her as possible. "Come ON. . ."

Quenrae leans forward again and helps to push him forwards, while Ezzani grinds relentlessly against him. The young man's breath comes in ragged heaves, his head slumped down over Ezzani's shoulder ( a fact she pays no notice). With a final growl, the woman's internal muscles go into seizure around him, and he feels something inside him give way as well; his whole body spasms once, twice, three times before he finally slumps over and goes limp.

It's getting late by the time Renayne finally makes it back to find her two housemates slumped over at the dining table. They both look up as she passes. "That slave of yours is something else, Renayne," comments Quenrae. Ezzani chimes in with a satisfied grin: "He passed out, couldn't put up a defense as we took turns raping him."

"Body responded well enough, though."

"Oh, yeah."

The mage's lip tightens, but she goes for her room and shuts the door without a word. Quenrae leans back and stretches as Ezzani looks after her. "Think she'll be wanting to monopolize him?"

"Not as long as she's still behind on her share of the rent, she's not."

"True enough."